I thought I’d include my favourite poem in all the world here for the world to share. The writer doesn’t know I’m doing this, but I personnally believe this is the best thing he’s ever written. The man in question is Stathis Londos, Greek friend with heavy South African roots. If you need to contact him, do this via me, since he’s less than great about the whole e-mail thing. He called this poem Dream 98, although I think he should rechange that name but that’s not for me to decide really. This one poem spawned me thinking up an entire story which I hope to complete at some point in my life. So without further adieu this is my best bud’s poem, Dream 98:

The light around me he dimmed
He woke the cloud “terror” it seemed
Moving over the sun only to harvest
The light from my eyes to complete darkness

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Though fear wasn’t there to torment
I lay there tranquil with no repent
The silence got louder and louder
His power felt stronger and prouder
The loudness one with complete utter silence
Stripping my sense with no violence

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My mouth now in a state of dryness
The bitter taste- strong before was now less
I knew well of what was happening to me
Unbothered my thoughts let it be

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The smell- not smelled then became empty
The one above had sent for me
All I had left was a life time of memories
Vague once - clear now - gone too - only accessories

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He stood over me, my heart not pounding
Then he touched me, his hand cold like the surrounding
Body numbing, I couldn’t feel myself lying
Body numbing, I felt myself dying.

By Stathis Londos